I Send My Apologies From the Other Side
All moms make boo-boos while raising their kids, whether it’s allowing them too much screen time or not assigning them household chores. Yet, I pray with all my might that no mother will ever experience the bottomless regret, sadness, and shame I have for the way I parented my son Donald.
I’m Mary Ann Trump, mother of the 45th president of the United States, the man who carried out an elaborate scheme to overthrow democracy and make himself a dictator. Thank goodness, my husband Fred and I had long since left this earth when Donald attempted all this, disgracing our family and staining the Trump name for all eternity.
Unfortunately, though, I can’t say that my son’s evil machinations were a surprise to me. As his mother, I was all too familiar with his narcissism, cruelty, and dishonesty and it caused me tremendous distress.
In fact, I was so disturbed by his odious behavior that I once turned to his first wife, Ivana, and asked forlornly: “What sort of son have I created?” Like Dr. Frankenstein with his monster, I knew that I was responsible for unleashing something ghastly into this world.
With a desire to make a smidgen of amends, I’m now sharing my gravest mistakes in the hope that others will avoid making them.